Watch the last hill of new york set on the horizon all the trees that gave to the ground i was made on disappear in my rearview. And i kiss it all goodbye and i hold you all inside as i set off toward my life. I am not claiming i can fly. But if i cut this rope and try one day i could say...

Hook: "elevated my s yeah they stay a faded, rolling up this tree it got a feeling medicated, medicated im a paid cuz im a hated.. Educated its moneyway yeah is designated"

Hook: "if it ain't foreign then its boring i like spanish es tight yeah they scoring, i am with the team getting green in the morning by the night we be smoking and we pouring. Don't test your luck cuz my team we don't give a.. Smoking dope we be lifted like a pick up truck, gio making beats...